Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Chrome,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.